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Get The Drop On Em

Get The Drop On Em

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Check it out I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter For underestimatin' as I'm cre-atin the butter Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin' I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount Mispronounced, how do LL bounce And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush Ya slippin', I'm grippin' microphones real tight Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be (Say what?) Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas I blow 'em, kaboom, but fuck sound effects Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek Select my dialect, inspect all my checks He claim he gettin' money but L cast the check You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotizing You clowns know when I bring forth the heat Hardcore niggas be wearin' panties, lookin' sweet I'm on a journey through the land of frontin' niggas Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas You fallin' backwards, leanin' like a dope addict Rope niggas claim me, packin' automatics Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done And dick ya down in front of everyone Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season I'm freezin', ya bleedin' heavily up out'cha rectum Black and blue, tryin' ta hide up in the spectrum I got ya raw ass bustin' straight flat Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that Operatin' incorporates stimulatin' designs Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign Don't lose ya mind, concentratin' on how I shine You never hear a nigga like me, never in time I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks I'm breakin' shit aside ya doctor's can't fix Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin' grooves I'm bringin' crews, in my ring you swing and lose With the blues light my fuse, allow me To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be My technique's superb when I'm pissin' on these herbs Crystal clear so you can hear every word Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot! Uh, I get da drop on you niggas I blow it, I make it hot!
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